"On the ninth day of the ninth month, the sword fairy of this generation Luo Xinli, and the Devil Sect master Ling Youruo, will have a fierce battle in the Longtan Mountains that will be unprecedented in history. "
"The sword fairy Luo Xinli is the most chivalrous female warrior of our time. She is also regarded as the No. 1 beauty in Jianghu's martial arts circle."
"In Jianghu, no one could match her sword skills with her beautiful snow-white clothes."
"The female devil of the Netherworld Mystical Sect is also enchanting, charming, graceful, and gifted at martial arts."
"But she's vicious, merciless, cruel and emotionless. Blood thirsty, she kills people like flies."
"Both are exquisite beauties, one good, one evil."
"..."
People were scattered randomly across the street in front of a tavern.
A group of people gathered in the middle of the Tavern.
A table, chair, and an old man were at the front.
Although the old man's hair and beard were white, his face looked like pine skin, and his body seemed sturdy.
Taking the pipe in hand, he struck the table with eloquence.
He was a storyteller in Jianghu.
"The battle between good and evil is less than fifty days away. What will the outcome be?"
After inhaling a long breath of white smoke, the old man slowly exhaled.
As he exhaled, he said: "This old man will tell you about the battle that will take place in the Longtan mountains on the ninth day of the ninth month."
After a few drinks, the crowd listened with energy.
Immediately, someone hurriedly asked, "What is the reason for Warrior Luo's battle with the female Devil? Is there any deep hate between them?"
In response to people's questions, the old man was also extremely patient, answering them one by one.
Ling Youruo and Luo Xinli, both beauties, excelled in martial arts and were unbeatable in Jianghu.
A battle between two stunningly beautiful martial artists caused a great uproar in Jianghu.
In the end, who would win the battle between good and evil?
Everyone was looking forward to it.
There were also experts and warriors from all walks of life heading to Longtan Mountain in Jianghu.
These two breathtaking beauties caught their attention.
Obviously they also wanted to catch a glimpse of the battle between these two formidable martial artists.
What were they doing at this time?
Were they making preparations for the upcoming battle?
No, not really.
Luo Xinli, at least, wasn't.
She does not have anything to prepare.
It was a battle between two martial artists at the top of their game.
There was nothing to prepare for.
If they had to prepare for something, it would be their death.
This was an unprecedented battle.
The outcome of the final victory or defeat was impossible to predict.
There was only one thing they knew for sure: one of them must die.
They must, therefore, be prepared for death.
It must be either Luo Xinli or Ling Youruo who dies.